The week has gone pretty fast...we are sliding into Friday tomorrow...and another weekend will be here to enjoy...I stopped by my mom's and dad's on the way home just to say hello and get the updates on family happenings...Everyone is doing well...and that's always good to know.  I was about to leave when I noticed colorful mushrooms in their front yard and side yard...so I grabbed the camera to add the shots to my mushroom photo collection.  I'll upload them and add them to the photo slide show on the web site home page when I finish this entry.  They were oranges and reds, and some browns.  Each one very different than the ones I had photographed here on the farm last weekend.

   I came on home and set to my feeding chores...chicks, guineas, peafowl, Hammy the steer, and the goats.  Tonight I didn't forget the kitty cats.  Last night they followed me all the way back to the back door mewing..."you forgot to feed us...mew.."  All the chicks were in their pens...no lettuce eaters today. 

      I picked up a little chick with a piece of string on his foot.  I knew it had to come off or it would cut off his circulation, so I went over and propped on the tractor bucket, grabbed my chicken yard scissors, and began to untangle his little toes from the string.  He was sitting so calmly I loosened my hold and just worked on the string with both hands...(reading glasses on to see)...when he leaped up and sprang out of my lap...Snake and Boots (the kittens)     were right there and jumped right in the chase...I'm calling...no,no little kitty cats...don't catch the little chickie...Every time I would get close...here came a kitty up to pounce.  But not one of us catch the chickie because he ran into the big cactus at the edge of the chicken yards.

    There was no catching the little critter in the cactus so I went on my way to finish the rounds of chores.  Later I circled back by the chicken yards...and...saw the little guy running back and forth trying to get back into his pen.  I chased him around a little more, with out kitty cat help, caught him, and took him back to my perch to finish untangling his little toes.  I kept a hold of him this time.  A gave him a stern lecture about how I could have been the kittens coming back to get him...instead of a friendly farmer lady who wanted to help him get the string off his foot... He was happy to get back in the pen with his mom and friends.  I've noticed I kept calling it a he...I sure hope it's not another rooster!!!!

     The goats were especially friendly at feeding time.  Indy goat let me pet her, Peaches let me pet her, and even Mr. Socks.  They had been acting a little shy of my touch lately.  I think the momma goats are saying...go eat...and they like the farmer lady with the bucket of food now that momma goats are saying nursing time is over.